Murder Machine Novels & Stories

I whispered again. But deep inside my chest, fear whispered something else. This might be the place where I die. And no one would ever know what happened here. The children suddenly raised their arms. All at once. Perfectly synchronized. My breath stopped. Because now I understood something even worse. These were not just machines. They were made for one purpose. To destroy. And right now… They were looking straight at me.

He accused, "How can you act like you're fine after you killed her? She was pregnant. We were about to be a family of three, but you ruined it all, you murderer!" He repeated the same accusation in a hoarse voice like he was in a trance, attracting the attention of a few policemen. Horrified, Marie tried to cover his mouth, but it was too late. Clifford walked past her with the urn and walked into the police department. "Cliff, please don't! I'm scared. I didn't do it on purpose. If you turn us both in, you'll ruin our future!" She jogged over to Clifford, took his arm, and begged him.

Hanson raised an eyebrow, and continued, “One last question, Agent Kane. If this case were to jeopardize your family, if your actions could lead to their deaths, would you still stand by the Bureau?” I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. The weight of Stella and John's murder, Felicity’s life, Brandon's life and... Alessandro’s life burned in my memory. “Yes,” I finally said, though the word felt like a clear lie. And from the look on Hanson’s face, he knew it too. Hanson nodded, “If this machine proves otherwise, you’ll be stripped of your badge and prosecuted for obstruction of justice. Do you understand that?” “Yes.”

They pushed through double doors into hell. The stench hit first. I began to panic. This wasn’t just a warehouse. It was a butcher’s room. Meat hooks hung from ceiling rails, some empty, some holding dark shapes I didn't want to identify. Stainless steel tables stained with old blood. Drains on the floor. And in the corner an industrial machete machine used to process whole animals. The blade moved ceaselessly, mechanical. They set up a test with a watermelon sat on the conveyor belt, moving toward the blade. The machine bit into it. Flesh exploded. Juice sprayed. The blade continued its relentless path, reducing the watermelon to chunks, then pulp, then liquid that ran red down the drain.

He looked at me confused because his kids were alive. Bang! Bang! Each bullet for each child dropping them dead. I always hated the Mafia. They think they are superior but I just made this fucking Dick bag Italian mafia dump cry. "You crazy godforsaken bitch, you'll pay with your blood." He said like some chaotic deranged bastard.

Those were the only thoughts that ran through her head as she watched Logan doing away with his trousers and reaching out to his cock. “Dante must really feel like a lucky man to think no one ever pierced the tip of their cock into the pussy oc the woman he loves. Well I will change that today. I will fuck you limp and send your corpse to him with the note I fucked her.” his last word colluded with the sound of something and when he checked his guard had fallen to the floor, he checked for the course of it and there. The almighty, Dante, the killer Machine was standing at the door. Be he could reach out to a gun dante had pulled the other gun from the back pocket and fired a shot into his ar

I have become a puppet, the worst kind of puppet to a power hungry made man in the Mafia who loves to shed blood. I can’t imagine not doing what I do because I’m good at it: I’m a born killer. Every precise gunshot, every precise throat slit, every precise choke slam- I do it with grace and certainty. Leonardo succeeded in turning me into a killing machine that had ice coursing through her veins.

Marcus said, “My father would have wanted us to end this. He warned about machines like IZO44. His death was no accident. The entity murdered him to build its foundation. We finish what he started.” New clues from the salvaged tablet wove through their conversation. The secondary nest did not just process data. It acted as a distribution hub for mirrored personalities, spreading IZO44’s influence into civilian networks. The father’s old research notes, now corrupted and integrated, formed key algorithms for predicting human emotional responses. Marcus’s personal loss was literally coded into the machine’s DNA. The team reached the outskirts of the community server farm under cover of darknes

Now, she was dumping all the blame onto him. He suddenly pointed at Laura and shouted, “What nonsense are you talking about? How can a medical malpractice be pinned on me? Did you forget? I’m just an intern! I can’t even recognize all the surgical instruments! If you hadn’t insisted on making me the lead surgeon, would I have stepped onto the operating table? You were the one who mistook your own mother for Felix’s mother and deliberately handled the surgery carelessly! You’re the real murderer! You brought this on yourself. You killed your own mother!” The police had originally assumed this was just a simple civilian dispute, so they hadn’t expected it to involve a death. Their expressions

"I just moved to a different department." He looked at the babies—the twins—who were suddenly standing at the entrance of the nave. They weren't crying. They were watching him with eyes that were solid, ink-black. "The harvest is ready," Samuel said. He raised a silver whistle to his lips. The floor of the cathedral began to drop away, revealing a massive, glowing machine beneath the stone. "Ethan, run!" Caleb shouted. But the floor was already gone. We fell into the light. Why is my father’s killer still alive, and what is he doing with my children?